piece of toast into her mouth. “I don’t see how you
can ruin what you had. That’ll never change,” she said sagely, the words
muffled by crunching. “But you have got a chance to add to those memories.”
Allie cocked her head to the side, still staring at the
computer screen. “I suppose,” she reluctantly agreed. As far as she was
concerned, although Rosalinda’s logic was sound, it didn’t mean things would
work out that way.
“Look,” Rosalinda announced, leaning forward once more and
placing both hands on Allie’s shoulders. “I don’t necessarily agree with the
way you’re dealing with things,” she said. “But,” she quickly added, knowing
that Allie would simply repeat the same arguments she’d put forward the night
before. “In the spirit of having no regrets, I think you’d be really stupid not
to make the most of this.”
Chapter Seven
First Love
T o Allie’s delight, Reece was still the force of
energy, fun and life he always had been. Although they’d originally planned to
just have a casual dinner, they had ended up going on to a club, drinking
several cocktails and dancing into the wee hours. It was almost two o’clock in
the morning when they arrived, hand-in-hand at her apartment door.
“Well,” he sighed, releasing his hold on her and placing his
palm on the wall. “I haven’t had a night like that in a while.”
“I don’t believe you,” Allie muttered good-humoredly,
fumbling with her key in the lock.
“I’m serious,” he insisted, smiling in a way that prompted
tiny wrinkles to appear at the corners of his eyes. “You’re a bad influence.”
“Ha,” Allie exhaled. “You remember that time we had a date
for the movies and you didn’t get me home until after midnight?” she asked. “I
was grounded for a month.”
“Well, there you are,” he quickly responded, lifting the
index finger of his right hand to emphasize his point. “I was with you that
night, too. Bad influence!”
Allie turned to face him fully, leaning her right shoulder
against the door. She hummed a sarcastic ‘yes’, as her eyes moved up his six
foot frame.
“Of course,” he said, turning suddenly more serious. “As I
recall,” he added thoughtfully, his index finger moving to trace the curve of
Allie’s waist. “We never actually went to the movies that night.”
“No,” Allie agreed, her tongue quickly stroking over her
lips, as she anticipated his next move.
“Do you ever think about it?” he asked, his finger slowly
stroking up and down her side from her hip until it reached just beneath her
breast.
“How could I forget?” she countered, feeling her cheeks
flush with heat. She wasn’t sure whether the blush was caused by the subtle,
unbelievably sensual movement of his finger or the memory of losing her
virginity to him.
Pausing as the tip of his finger reached the waistband of
her jeans, Reece swept his digit almost absent-mindedly towards her naval. “Did
I ever thank you?” he asked, watching the movement of his own hand with great
interest.
“For what?” Allie asked, trying to keep her voice even,
while Reece’s gently explorative touch caused every muscle in her body to
tremble.
Leaning forwards and dipping his tall frame, Reece placed
his mouth a mere breath from hers. “For letting me be the one,” he explained.
“For giving that gift to me.”
His breath was intoxicating and it had little to do with the
scent of the mojitos he’d drunk. Allie heard his words, as though they had been
spoken some distance away. At that moment, the central focus of all her senses
was just how near he was. On some subconscious level, she must have registered
his words though, because the gratitude seemed incongruous, almost laughable to
her.
Allie remembered well, the year she’d dated Reece; the
patience he’d shown, the way he’d never pushed things further than she was
willing to go. And she vividly remembered the night she’d been ready; the
can ruin what you had. That’ll never change,” she said sagely, the words
muffled by crunching. “But you have got a chance to add to those memories.”
Allie cocked her head to the side, still staring at the
computer screen. “I suppose,” she reluctantly agreed. As far as she was
concerned, although Rosalinda’s logic was sound, it didn’t mean things would
work out that way.
“Look,” Rosalinda announced, leaning forward once more and
placing both hands on Allie’s shoulders. “I don’t necessarily agree with the
way you’re dealing with things,” she said. “But,” she quickly added, knowing
that Allie would simply repeat the same arguments she’d put forward the night
before. “In the spirit of having no regrets, I think you’d be really stupid not
to make the most of this.”
Chapter Seven
First Love
T o Allie’s delight, Reece was still the force of
energy, fun and life he always had been. Although they’d originally planned to
just have a casual dinner, they had ended up going on to a club, drinking
several cocktails and dancing into the wee hours. It was almost two o’clock in
the morning when they arrived, hand-in-hand at her apartment door.
“Well,” he sighed, releasing his hold on her and placing his
palm on the wall. “I haven’t had a night like that in a while.”
“I don’t believe you,” Allie muttered good-humoredly,
fumbling with her key in the lock.
“I’m serious,” he insisted, smiling in a way that prompted
tiny wrinkles to appear at the corners of his eyes. “You’re a bad influence.”
“Ha,” Allie exhaled. “You remember that time we had a date
for the movies and you didn’t get me home until after midnight?” she asked. “I
was grounded for a month.”
“Well, there you are,” he quickly responded, lifting the
index finger of his right hand to emphasize his point. “I was with you that
night, too. Bad influence!”
Allie turned to face him fully, leaning her right shoulder
against the door. She hummed a sarcastic ‘yes’, as her eyes moved up his six
foot frame.
“Of course,” he said, turning suddenly more serious. “As I
recall,” he added thoughtfully, his index finger moving to trace the curve of
Allie’s waist. “We never actually went to the movies that night.”
“No,” Allie agreed, her tongue quickly stroking over her
lips, as she anticipated his next move.
“Do you ever think about it?” he asked, his finger slowly
stroking up and down her side from her hip until it reached just beneath her
breast.
“How could I forget?” she countered, feeling her cheeks
flush with heat. She wasn’t sure whether the blush was caused by the subtle,
unbelievably sensual movement of his finger or the memory of losing her
virginity to him.
Pausing as the tip of his finger reached the waistband of
her jeans, Reece swept his digit almost absent-mindedly towards her naval. “Did
I ever thank you?” he asked, watching the movement of his own hand with great
interest.
“For what?” Allie asked, trying to keep her voice even,
while Reece’s gently explorative touch caused every muscle in her body to
tremble.
Leaning forwards and dipping his tall frame, Reece placed
his mouth a mere breath from hers. “For letting me be the one,” he explained.
“For giving that gift to me.”
His breath was intoxicating and it had little to do with the
scent of the mojitos he’d drunk. Allie heard his words, as though they had been
spoken some distance away. At that moment, the central focus of all her senses
was just how near he was. On some subconscious level, she must have registered
his words though, because the gratitude seemed incongruous, almost laughable to
her.
Allie remembered well, the year she’d dated Reece; the
patience he’d shown, the way he’d never pushed things further than she was
willing to go. And she vividly remembered the night she’d been ready; the
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